Leo followed with the intention of touching it to assure himself of its reality, whereon it lifted its white-wrapped arm and struck him lightly on the breast.

Then as he recoiled it pointed with its hand, first upwards as though to the Peak or the sky, and next at the wall of rock which faced us.
He returned to me saying, "What shall we do ?" "Follow, I suppose.

It may be a messenger from above," and I nodded toward the mountain crest.
"From below, more likely," Leo muttered, "for I don't like the look of this guide." Still he motioned with his hand to the creature to proceed.

Apparently it understood, for it turned to the left and began to pick its way amongst the stones and skeletons swiftly and without noise.

We followed for several hundred yards till it reached a shallow cleft in the rock.
This cleft we had seen already, but as it appeared to end at a depth of about thirty feet, we passed on.